I'm dead? I'm not! What do? I Rot! I run around, dumb and strong. You bash my head with rock! Unless you want your brain be mine, consider self as murder swine!

You can cook noodles in me, or cook brain cells smoking me.

I have a skin but no scales, a stone but no heart, and though I am often purple, I was once a tiny white flower. If you dry me out, I change my name entirely. What am I?

When out in public and needing to wee, Please give me some ...

Designed to hold from dirt to gold, durable in climates hot to cold, filled with fortune or so im told, a pirates dream it may seem